Common Rotation:Post Modern Lyrics

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Roll over, BeethovenTurn out that lightI'm tired of your rhythm and bluesJust for one nightYes you were chosenSo give it a restWell I would talk to you butYou're going deaf

I'm making movements to the doorI just can't give my consent to settle your scoreIt's, it's post modernIt's, it's after the war with all thatVintage wine and cheeseOn your bedroom floor I'm getting tired of discussing the poetry of your second actI switch on the TV 'cause I can't stand to look at you

We're making money at the doorI just can't give my consent to settle your scoreIt's, it's post modernIt's, it's after the war with all thatVintage wine and cheeseOn your bedroom floor I'm gettingTired of discussing the poetry of your second actPsychoanalyzing just how I react to yourYour latest creation it'sDelusional grandeurSo switch on the TV 'cause I can't stand to look at you

In your face there's a requiemNot the hint of dissipationWe've been over where you've beenTurns out you're just looking for a little divineInspiration

But it, it's post modernIt's, it's after the war with all thatVintage wine and cheeseOn your bedroom floor I'm gettingTired of discussing the poetry of your second actPsychoanalyzing just how I react to yourYour latest creation it'sDelusional grandeurSo switch on the TV 'cause I can't stand to look at youI can't stand to look at youI can't stand to look at youCan't stand to look at youI can't stand to look at you